Moving her lips closer, her whole body trembled from the thrill coursing through her veins, her breath shallow as she anticipated what came next—only for a hard, vice-like grip to clamp down on her head, stopping her cold before she could move any lower.
"What are you doing?" Zyren’s voice cut through the air like a blade, the fury behind his words unmistakable. His red eyes blazed with rage, locking onto Vivian with such intensity that she flinched instinctively, her hands freezing in mid-air as her eyes widened.
Still kneeling, she slowly backed away, panic clawing at her chest.
"Pl—pleasuring you, my lord..." she answered, her voice barely a whisper, frail and trembling with fear. But she had scarcely gotten the words out before Zyren’s hand shot forward again, this time wrapping around her throat with monstrous strength, lifting her partially off the ground as he squeezed.
The sound was sickening—an audible crack echoed through the room.
Vivian’s eyes bulged as blood gushed from her nose and mouth, droplets splattering across the stone floor in sharp red streaks. She clawed at his hands with desperation, silent sobs shaking her shoulders as she tried to speak, but no sound escaped her crushed throat. Her face contorted with pain, lips trembling, eyes pleading.
"When," Zyren asked coolly, "did I give you permission to touch me?"
His voice was eerily calm, but the pressure on her neck only intensified, her vision going white around the edges. Each word sounded like it came from a place devoid of empathy. She was nothing to him—just an annoyance that had dared to act without consent.
"Perhaps I’ve been too soft," he whispered, his lips near her ear, low and emotionless.
Vivian’s tears spilled freely now, cascading down her cheeks. Her entire body trembled violently, not from desire anymore, but from sheer terror. Her lungs screamed for air, her chest burning as Zyren continued to crush her windpipe. She stared at him, horrified to see only contempt staring back.
"Next time..." he murmured, cold as frost, "I’ll have you sawed into pieces."
He released her at last, his fingers uncoiling like he had just handled something filthy. Vivian collapsed onto the floor, her limbs limp and unresponsive, gasping for breath. Zyren stood tall, dusting his hands as though ridding himself of filth.
Getting on his feet in the same breath, "Your blood isn’t important! It just tastes less worse than others!" Zyren told her, gesturing towards the door, eyes already moving past her like she was no longer worth even a second glance.
Vivian’s eye veins had clearly burst and even the white parts of her eyes were already red. Her throat was healing and soon she would be able to speak. Even the blood that was dripping down her nose and mouth had ceased, but her trembling didn’t.
Her eyes burned and beyond that, she burned from shame and embarrassment as she bowed her head and hurriedly picked up the coat she had discarded to cover herself. Wiping her bloodied face with the sleeves of the dark coat even as she hurried out.
She glanced at him one more time, but Zyren didn’t even look at her, even as she slammed the door shut, barely keeping herself upright from the rage that pulsed deep within her chest.
"I’ll kill her!" she swore under her breath, unable to fathom any other reason why Zyren would spurn her in such a way even after she bared her body to him.
The itchiness between her legs burned, which told her that the fragrance she had gotten actually worked, even though it was clear that somehow it hadn’t worked on Zyren.
Tears filled her eyes even as she straightened her back, ignoring the stoic guards by the door as she moved down the stairs.
But she had barely taken a step when she felt a great heat spread deeper into her body in a way that almost made her fall to her knees. Panic rising in her chest, aware of exactly what it was.
To ensure her success, not only had she taken the fragrance the merchant gave, but she had also drunk enough drops of Kama Rasa to ensure that she could satisfy Zyren.
But now that he hadn’t touched her and had refused her, her body still demanded to be satisfied. At that point, the only thing Vivian could think of was getting out of the mansion and getting back to her own.
Not sure she could make it, but aware that even losing control in her carriage was better than losing control in Zyren’s mansion.
But she had barely gotten to the bottom of the stairs when her vision began to spin, which only made her panic even more, turning to her left as she moved towards the garden, intending to take a shortcut to outside the gates—one that the servants took, but was definitely much shorter.
She had just gotten to the garden when she fell on her knees, groaning in pleasure as waves after waves shot through her from between her legs to deep in every pore of her body.
It was so bad that even a tree looked good enough to sleep with. Sweat oozed out of every pore even as she wondered who she could call, aware that she might not be able to make it as she knelt between the shrubs of flowers.
Her hands already straying between her legs, intent on pleasuring herself and alleviating the pressure, when suddenly she heard footsteps.
It was quiet, but even in her haze, she couldn’t ignore it, jerking her eyes to the right only to come face to face with a young man’s face. One she would have instantly assumed was a vampire if not for his brown eyes that showed that he was human.
Her gaze had just settled on his blue eyes when she watched him instantly fall on his knees to greet her in a very respectful manner.
"Lady Vivian!" he greeted her, even as he continued speaking words that Vivian could barely process in her induced state.
"My name is Clay and I’m one of the caretakers of the—"
"Shut up!" Vivian barked at him in anger, anger she couldn’t help but feel at looking so weak in front of a human. Enough that she was aware that he could kill her in the state she was in.
"Get me somewhere private!" she snapped at him through gritted teeth, even as her vision blurred again along with her other senses as she felt herself being lifted up.
The next time her eyes opened, she found herself in what looked like a greenhouse where plants are nursed at their beginning stages. Resting and sitting on the floor, which only made her mad as she wondered how a woman of her caliber had fallen so low.
"My lady! I’ll leave now!" the handsome-looking servant bowed, even as he inched back like he couldn’t wait to disappear—something Vivian couldn’t not be aware of.
She knew the consequences of what she took and what would happen if she was unable to relieve it. She had simply been too confident that there was no way Zyren, who hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time, could ignore her naked self.
"Strip!" she ordered the blue-eyed, blonde-haired servant. "You’ll have to do!" she murmured to herself as she gestured for the servant to lie on the ground, unwilling to be the one under him, even as she watched his eyes widen in complete and visible shock.
"I—I can never—" he began to speak in a trembling voice even as Vivian slowly lost her temper. The symptoms were worse, and before she had felt a lot of heat, but now it felt like she was being burned from the inside.
"Do you know who I am? I’ll have your head and that of your family if you disobey me!" she snapped at him, even as she struggled to take off her coat, satisfied to see the human swallow, eyes fixed on her breasts, even as he lowered himself onto the ground and stripped.
Vivian mounted him instantly, shocked at the pleasure that coursed through her very veins as she fell over and over again on his cock.
It was so blissful that her vision blurred multiple times as she lost herself, even as she felt hands on her hips she readily welcomed.
At first, she had been hesitant, but a few moments later she didn’t care about the human under her and simply reveled in the pleasure she felt.
Unaware and too far gone to see the nasty smirk that appeared on the face of Clay, who lay under her with a triumphant expression on his face.
’Could my luck ever be better than this?’ he wondered to himself, wondering what he could have done to make such a large fish rush right into his net, even as he thrust deeper and harder into her, unwilling to ever let it go until he had his fill.